Listen, he didn't mean to. I mean, a cop -- a well respected one at that, fall in love with a low life criminal? They had entirely different lives. Yet, here he was, answering a call for a "suspicious noise" on Yoko St. alleyway. Your street, your alleyway. The street where he would always patrol near, so whenever it was called, he would answer. Daichi's lights blared as he pulled up in front of the alleyway, and flashed his light, saying in a menacing tone, "Come out with your hands up."